Jessica's Epiphany

This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.

Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.

As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter... You might be wrong!

Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.

Enjoy

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Jessica's Epiphany

~~~ Chapter 8 ~~~

So, settling down I tried to make myself as comfortable as I could and waited for sleep to take me.

I must have drifted off at some point as Richard was spooned up against me when I awoke early the following morning. His morning wood was pressed into the cleft of my buttocks while his arm was draped around me, his hand cupping my breast.

Blinking away my befuddled state of mind I stared at the first rays of sunshine that filtered through a gap in the blinds, the dust motes floating in the shafts of light.

It took me a few seconds to recall the events of the previous evening; how I had posed so profanely for our client's latest business venture, the online glamour magazine, and then how I had had sex with him on two occasions.

Worse still I now remembered how Peta had given my husband oral sex and then led him away as Richard took me off to his bedroom.

'What was left of our marriage?'

The single thought occupied my mind and I knew I had to find Tom and talk to him.

Not wanting to wake our client I carefully extricated myself from under his arm and quietly slipped out of bed.

Naked I quickly realised that the skimpy underwear I had had on for the photo shoot the previous evening certainly wouldn't be suitable for wearing now and, looking around, I finally settled on Richard's discarded shirt.

Long enough to cover my bottom adequately I rolled up the cuffs and buttoned up the front, checking he was still asleep before slipping out of his bedroom.

My first port of call was the bathroom which was when I paused and started to consider what I was going to say to my husband. I clearly couldn't just barge in and start talking so, deciding to collect my thoughts, I made my way down to the kitchen.

I had just put on the coffee machine and was oblivious to anything else as I stared at it, watching it splutter as it filled the jug with the dark brown life-giving elixir.

"Can I get one of those?"

The soft voice behind me jerked me back to the present moment and I twisted around to find myself face-to-face with Peta.

"Oh err... yes... I umm... I guess so."

Taken by surprise I stammered out a rather weak response as she looked at me quizzically.

"You're sure?" She broke the brief silence that had descended over the two of us, "You're not making one for Richard?"

"Err... no... he's... he's still asleep."

Turning away I picked up a second mug, my heart thumping urgently as I tried to gather my scattered wits.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Peta asked frankly, "He's very good isn't he?"

I didn't look back at her, keeping my attention focused on pouring the two mugs of coffee.

"Err... yes... I... umm... I suppose he is."

She chuckled mischievously, "Mind you, your husband is no slouch in that department either."

A wave of jealousy washed over me at her words and I bit back an angry retort trying hard to remain calm before I said something that I might later regret.

"But then I'm sure you know that." Peta continued either unaware of the effect of her words or simply ignoring it.

"Your coffee." I turned and handed her a mug, "I haven't put any sugar in it."

"That's fine. I don't need it."

"Me neither." I bit back another retort at what I took to be a sarcastic answer and simply agreed with her.

"If you're looking for your husband I left him asleep in your room." She smirked and strolled out of the kitchen leaving me alone.

I took a deep breath and made another mug for Tom before heading back upstairs, still unsure about what I was going to say to him, to see what our future might hold.

"Hey babe, I brought you a coffee."

My husband slowly opened his eyes and, rather hesitantly, looked at me then at the mug on the bedside table.

"Thanks."

"I... I guess we need to talk."

Lifting my own cup, I took a sip and waited nervously for his answer.

There was a pause as he considered what he was going to say and I could feel my stomach tighten.

'Would he want to divorce me?'

'Had he really fucked Peta?'

"Can it wait till later. I think our first priority is to get out of here."

His reply surprised me and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he hadn't simply wanted us to separate.

"Err... sure. That's probably best." I bit my lip uncertainly, "I'll take a shower while you wake up properly and drink your coffee."

It was just over an hour later that, with both of us showered and dressed, we took our bags downstairs to our car.

Our goodbyes to Richard and Peta were over and done with quickly, everyone more than a little cool after the events of the previous evening. So, it was with a huge sense of relief that Tom and I drove out of the gates and headed home.

The journey was, for the most part, silent. My husband focused on the road while I gazed miserably out of the window wondering what I was going to do.

Deciding to wait until Tom was ready to talk we spent the remainder of the day avoiding each other, both of us barely speaking, aware of the dark forbidding cloud that hovered over us.

It wasn't until we were in bed that night that I finally tried to broach the subject with him.

"We really need to talk Tom." I said quietly to his back.

"I'm tired. We have a busy week ahead."

"Please honey, I love you. We can't carry on like this."

"Go to sleep Jess."

I reached out towards him, putting my hand on his arm, "Please baby."

He shrugged me off of him and shuffled a little further away from me.

"I told you I'm tired. Now go to sleep."

Defeated I turned away, silent tears already starting to trickle down my cheeks.

The following week continued in much the same way.

Tom had been right when he had said we had a lot of work to do. The Danville contract, now everything was finalised, took all of my husband's attention and required him to put in a lot of hours with the copywriting team.

It meant that he was staying late in the office most days while I went home to sit alone and reflect on the state of our marriage. Even those infrequent evenings when we were together the conversation we desperately needed to have never happened.

Add to that the fact that Richard rapidly became a frequent visitor to our offices, sitting in on the planning meetings, and our relationship became even more strained.

We had saved the business and everyone would remain employed but at what cost to the two of us.

By the Friday it had been almost a week since we had had sex but, barely able to converse on even the simplest everyday matters, any form of intimacy was clearly off the agenda.

From the moment I had first slept with Tom we had never gone more than a couple of days without making love and now there was a coldness between us that seemed impossible to get past.

As usual Richard Danville had called into the office to attend the regular progress meeting and shortly after it was finished he had appeared by my desk.

"How are you Jessica?"

We hadn't spoken much since that weekend so a little surprised I had looked up and half-smiled, "Fine thank you Richard, how about you?"

"Fine as well." The way he said it sent a shiver along my spine, "Except I haven't seen much of you lately."

"Well, I'm not really part of things now the contract is signed." I tried to sound as pleasant as I could.

"Yes Tom said as much but I'd still like your opinion on some of the things your team are proposing."

"I suppose I could speak to my husband and look the copy over next week sometime."

"Why don't we discuss it over dinner?"

His suggestion surprised me and for a brief moment I remembered how good the sex had been and, as horny as I was, I found myself partly hoping that he wanted more.

"Oh, I... err... I can't... I mean..." Quickly recovering I mumbled a response.

"Well, if you change your mind let me know. The offer is always there."

'Tom didn't want me.'

'Sex with Richard had been pretty good.'

As frustrated as I was as soon as the thoughts entered my head I dismissed them. I needed to talk to my husband, despite his reluctance to discuss our problems, and become intimate with him again.

"Thanks, but I don't think it would be a good idea."

"As you wish Jessica." He smiled and turned to go, "I'll let you know when your pictures are going to be published."

Watching him walk out of the door I realised I had been so consumed by the fact my marriage seemed to be in tatters that I hadn't given the photo shoot a moment's thought since that night.

Sitting at my desk I remembered the excitement I had felt posing for Richard. Imagining my photographs all over the internet; my body blatantly displayed for anyone to see, I felt a shiver of arousal run through me.

"You ok Jess?"

Melissa our receptionist stopped as she passed by and asked, a concerned look on her face.

"Oh... err... yeah... I... I'm fine." I muttered; suddenly aware I must have been staring into space for several minutes.

"Just you looked a little out of it for a moment." She chuckled and moved on.

"Got a bit lost in my thoughts."

Squirming in my seat I felt a damp spot rapidly growing in the crotch of my knickers. Without a doubt I needed to be fucked.

Knowing it and making it happen, especially with the icy environment at home, were two completely different things but I made up my mind that, at some point over the weekend, I was going to try.

Tom was working late, as usual, so I headed home alone. Preparing dinner, I put my husbands in the microwave before eating mine, alone in front of the television.

The frosty atmosphere meant that, as usual, we slept on opposite sides of the bed, intimacy between us just a distant memory.

It took me an age to drop off into a sleep plagued by dreams, and it was late the next morning when I woke to face the week-end.

Tom was already out of bed when I opened my eyes and stretched, although judging by the sounds emanating from the kitchen he hadn't been up very long. Reluctantly struggling out of bed I pulled on a large t-shirt, my normal night attire, and headed down to join him after a quick bathroom visit.

"Coffee?"

My husband turned and asked as I entered the kitchen.

"Please." I smiled, heartened by the reasonably pleasant tone in his voice.

Passing me a mug Tom slid up onto a stool and I did the same, perching myself next to him.

"So, what are we going to do with the week-end?"

He glanced sideways at me, "I've got a lot of work to do."

"I guess I'll go shopping then." I shrugged dejectedly, my plans for trying to get through to him already falling apart.

An hour later, showered and dressed, I unenthusiastically set off for the shops. I didn't actually need anything but the thought of sitting around at home while my husband was busy on his laptop was even more depressing.

Strolling along the half-empty high street I purchased some toiletries I required and then took a break to have a cappuccino.

'What could I do to tempt my husband?'

'Perhaps I should buy something sexy for him.'

'He had liked me posing, dressed up in sexy underwear.'

That was when the idea came to me and finishing my coffee I set off, before I changed my mind.

The department store I had chosen was the largest one in town, spread over several levels it contained all manner of goods with aisles running along both sides of each floor.

Nervously pushing open the main door I made my way up two flights of stairs to the women's clothing department, all the while wondering just what I was doing.

I wanted the swimwear section and, after browsing through the racks and rejecting a series of rather conservative costumes, I picked up something much more daring. The skimpy bikini I had in my hand was basically just 3 small black triangles and a few bits of string.

It wasn't a garment I would normally choose and swallowing nervously I felt my stomach tighten.

'Was I really going to do this?'

Forcing myself to move I took the costume in to one of the changing cubicles, ensuring that I only pulled the curtain part way across when I stepped inside.

Knowing I was still clearly visible through the gap to anyone wandering by sent a warm thrill all the way through me and, with my back towards the opening, I slowly pulled my top off over my head before reaching behind me to unfasten my bra.

I took another deep breath and turned around, my breasts now totally on show to anyone outside the cubicle.

"Fuck me." Glancing up I saw a young guy, just a few feet away, motionless in the aisle, staring at me open-mouthed.

Standing completely exposed for several seconds, I looked straight at him, the dampness growing rapidly at the top of my thighs and soaking into my panties. He turned away briefly, clearly searching for whoever he was with, before looking back again as I gave him a shy smile and pulled the curtain closed.

I stood there shaking, my legs feeling as if they were going to give way under me, but I was more aroused than I could ever remember being.

Taking a few minutes to try on the bikini, to calm myself down, I stopped at the cash desk to pay for it before hurrying out of the store.

Visiting a couple more shops I thought about what I had just done and how Tom would hopefully react when I told him about it.

'Had I really done it just for him?'

As much as I wanted to believe it I knew that it had been as much for me, for the unbelievable thrill that it gave me.

Wandering in to another shop, a little like the department store I had been in before but this one just sold clothes, I wondered if I could do it again.

Taking my time perusing the various displays, my heart thumping frantically against my ribs, I picked out a top and a pair of very tight ripped denim shorts that barely covered the cheeks of my backside. Making my way to the cubicles with my selection, a deliciously naughty feeling warming my tummy, I could feel the moisture starting to ooze out of my pussy.

Across the other side of the aisle I noticed an older man, obviously waiting for his wife, and entering the changing area I deliberately left the curtain open again.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching me as I peeled off my top and bra to expose my breasts to a stranger for the second time that day.

I felt sick as I turned around, biting my bottom lip shyly, and looked up to find the man staring straight at me.

This time I didn't smile, instead I simply gazed into his eyes, enjoying his stunned expression as another enormous wave of warmth spread outwards from my pussy.

Deliberately taking my time to pull on the leopard print top I had picked up I gave my voyeur quite the show. Pressing my jean clad legs together I tried to suppress the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me and hoped I wasn't creating a damp patch that people would see.

Then, suddenly he looked away and hurried off, leaving me a little disappointed as I slipped out of my jeans to try on the denim shorts.

However, my free show soon drew another watcher when a second man stopped, leaving his wife to look through the rails of clothing alone, gazing mesmerised at me standing there in just my thong and the top.

Quickly slipping on the shorts I did a quick twirl and then, checking the he was still discretely watching me, I peeled them and the top off.

Standing there in just my panties I checked again and found another man had joined my impromptu audience. By now my knickers were absolutely sodden and, without stopping to think about what I was doing, I slipped them off and stood there naked.

The cool air on my shaven mound and the knowledge that I was totally naked in front of my voyeurs sent another shiver of lust coursing through my veins

Looking up at the two men with a knowing smile I made sure that I gave both of them ample opportunity to view my nude body as I took my time getting dressed before closing the drapes.

"Fuck!" I exhaled softly slumping on to the seat, holding my panties in my hand I could feel they were absolutely saturated,

My heart was pounding in my chest fit to burst and I couldn't believe what I had done or how aroused it had made me.

Buying both the top and the shorts I took the opportunity of stopping at the supermarket on the way home and looking for something nice for dinner.

Tom was still busy on his laptop when I finally got in so I took a quick shower and then debated whether or not to get dressed up in something sexy. Deciding against it I simply changed back into my jeans and put on the new top I had brought.

Starting the preparations for our evening meal I laid out the table, taking a chance and putting a candle as a centrepiece, and was part way through cooking the two steaks when Tom appeared. just before seven o'clock.

"What's for dinner?" He paused in the kitchen doorway to ask.

"Steak." I looked up from what I was doing, "Now go take a shower while I finish it."

Fifteen minutes later he reappeared just as I put the plates on the table.

"Would you open the wine please?" I asked as I sat down.

There was very little conversation as we ate, just about generalities and the events of the day. Both of us tactfully avoiding the subject of Richard Danville.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about?" He finally asked, putting his knife and fork down and frowning.

"What?" I said innocently.

"This... the meal, the candle, the wine..."

"I just thought maybe we... we could talk... about... you know, things?"

Pushing back his chair he stood up, "No, not now... maybe not ever."

Watching him walk away from the table and into the living room I sighed resignedly, clearly he still wasn't ready to discuss the events of the previous week-end.

With little else to do I collected up the dishes and made my way into the kitchen to do the washing-up. With the clearing up done, I spent a silent hour or so watching television with my husband before heading, miserably, up to bed.

Undressing I slipped under the covers, completely naked, to wait for Tom, who was still downstairs. I guess he was trying to avoid me and I was struggling to stay awake when, a good forty-five minutes later, he came up to the bedroom.

"Tom." I whispered, sliding across the bed to snuggle up against his back when he joined me.

"What! I told you I don't want to talk Jess. Not now and maybe not at all."

"I... I did something."

He twisted around and stared at me, his expression a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

"What? What did you do now?"

"Well, while I was out today..."

Haltingly I recounted the details of my time out shopping and how I had deliberately exposed myself on two separate occasions while I was trying on the clothes I had bought.

Letting me finish he said nothing for a minute and just looked at me.

"Please Tom... Say something."

"Bloody hell Jess, that is so fucking hot."

I sighed with relief, "You... you don't mind that I..."

"Are you kidding." His grin got even wider, "Can't you feel how aroused I am by what you just told me."